I was in my yard and thought that the tree was a living being. We take trees for granted. We don't believe they are as much alive as we are.
We'll make a bunker hill of it.
Well, it is all over now. The battle is lost, and many of us are prisoners, many are dead, many wounded, bleeding and dying. Your Soldier lives and mourns and but for you, my darling, he would rather, a million times rather, be back there with his dead, to sleep for all time in an unknown grave.
I always thought the Yankees had something to do with it.
Up men to your posts! Don't forget today that you are from old Virginia.
That old man. . . had my division massacred at Gettysburg!
General Lee, I have no division.
The bike went up in the air and landed on my back. It broke my neck, smashed my collarbone and splinters of bone severed my main artery. My lung filled up with blood. I severed my nerves and to this day I have no feeling there.
Can you imagine me calling myself "Ruiz"? "Pablo Ruiz"? "Diego-José Ruiz"? Or "Juan-Népomucène Ruiz"? I was given I don't know how many names.
Watch with awe and amazement at how quickly an engineer will become totally annoyed by inefficiency.
I had a ball doing Harry Potter.